moving together, drifting apart

like dancers at an old-fashioned ball

sometimes we meet, sometimes we miss

and never connect at all



you turn to me just as I turn away

so I quickly spin round but youve gone

both feeling sorry, both feeling hurt

out of step while the others dance on



chorus:

oh were loving and losing in three-quarter time

such a gracefully sad affair

so strike up the music, now pour out the wine

and show me someone whos never been there



sometimes loving the best that you cans not enough

for the dance has a logic all of its own

one moment were whirling together as one

and the next Im out on the dance floor alone



so moving together, drifting apart

in the quicksilver rhythms of chance

someday youll vanish forever, I know in my heart

but till then weve no choice but to dance



chorus